I Will Swing

Where were the God moments? Where was Living Praise? Did praise happen? Could praise happen? What if it did? Were opportunities missed? Was praise just beneath the surface? Could it be a flood?

Maybe it’s just dammed?

Maybe if the dam burst we would drown in it. Do we dare pick up a sledgehammer and start swinging? It could be difficult. It could wear at you. This could be hard labor. I don’t know if I have the back for it. And I think I like my water in smaller doses. I like the sound of the drip.

But there is cracking in my lips and they bleed when I smile. My hands are dry to the touch. So dry I can’t feel them anymore.

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Pick it up? It is needed? It is what is necessary?

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I want to drown. I want a different air than what I’ve been breathing. I will swing. I will swing with all my might. I will swing until there is the sound of breaking.

I will swing. Over and Over and Over and Over and Over and Over and Over and Over and Over and Over…

[from PRAISE HABIT by David Crowder, pg. 19]